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A frigid zephyr of cold air signified the end of the day; it had been one of those now-rare ones, as Spring had recently started and the weather was generally warm. But the small girl didn't mind as much at the moment, the sun a scintillating point looming beyond the horizon in the rare moments of twilight. The sky was brilliantly spotted with scarlets and oranges and pinks and purples -- all the hues of sunrises and sunsets, this particular one leaning more towards the dark-purplish hues of the latter, rather than the light-hearted blues of the rising sun and mounting day.

But at this particular moments, the bright fireball that was the sun scattered a myriad of pink hues across the Karakura sky-scape, and the petite Kurosaki couldn't tear her eyes away from it. The first stars -- the brightest ones -- were already visible in the top portion of the sky, where a dark blue was quickly forming, the bottom half of it inclined to be remaining under the influence of the last, but quickly-dying, rays of sunlight. The moon was also visible, where it hung low among the tops of the tree branches, on which early-spring leaves were already forming, foreshadowing the pleasant spring season that was inevitably going to follow.

The river, however, from which the view allowed Mirany to see the stars as brightly shining objects placed haphazardly in the nearing-night sky, was finally surging and flowing with the power it had once held before it had frozen over in the cold of the winter. But the winter had passed, and was slowly giving way to Spring.

It was still cold though, surmised the small girl curled up at the edge of the Karasu River, her knees drawn up to her chest and her frail arms hanging around them as her chin rested at their tops. It had been cold during the day, as well, but she had even then severely misgauged the weather conditions when she had left the clinic-house after school in a sleeve-less white calf-length dress. Her small hands, too, were blotched pale and red from the lack of thermal energy, but they were tightly entwined with each other, as if it would be the only thing to keep them from falling off her dainty wrists completely.

The past week had been warm, allowing for plants to thrive and animals to come out again; it truly seemed as if winter was gone for good, retreated into hiding until the end of the year when it would reign again. All was well in the hazy twilight light of the evening, but as for the young violet-eyed Kurosaki, sitting there on the riverbank, her pale skin appearing ghostly in the light of the afterglow, she couldn't help but wonder if the weather was a lie -- as if the gentle breezes were deceitful, the sky delusive in its subtle white clouds that floated in wisps and puffy airstreams. And as a great gale of wind blew in rage, throwing strands of dark hair, appearing amethyst-hued in the twilight, onto her face, it seemed as if the warm weather was a lie -- as if the zephyrs were sending out a false hope. But how would she know? Only time would tell --

All she could do was wait.

[Toushou|Hinote]

Math homework; the spite of Hinote's existence. Why did he need it anyway? He was going to be a singer someday. His lyrics weren't going to involve the pythagorean theorem, much less conditional probability. Honestly, who needed to know the probability of getting a red marble, given that the first one was green?

Well, that was unimportant. This young man found himself near the Karasu River in an escape from his schoolwork. According to his parents, he was at a friend's house working on a project. What they didn't know wouldn't hurt them, right? All it would hurt was...Hinote's grade...nevertheless, Hinote had brought his homework, should he find the will to work on it as he lazed by the river.

So, here Hinote found himself. He had worn sufficiently warm clothing: a pair of nice black slacks with a black belt; a blue and black sweater over a white collared shirt; a white jacket; and a blue and white scarf. He laid down in the cold grass and stared up at the twilight sky. It was one of the world's greatest views, twilight. When the great sky gave way to passing oranges and pinks, only for blue to reclaim it shortly after. But, afterward, it would be overtaken by pitch blackness.

Distracted as he was, Hinote could hear a stirring in the distance. He immediately sat up and twisted his head in the direction from which it came. Unfortunately, this caused his neat, sunset braid to whip him in the face. He flipped his hair off of his shoulder and onto his back before spotting the small girl. "In the distance" was probably a bit of an exaggeration. They were really only a few yards apart. How hadn't he noticed her before?

That wasn't important either, though. What mattered was that she seemed very cold. With a small smile, Hinote slid the white jacket off of his shoulders. He was warm enough in his scarf and sweater. He stuck two fingers of his left hand in his mouth and issued a very loud whistle before using his right hand to throw the jacket to (or at) the girl.